Lost (on hold)

~Chapter 13~

The sound of the beeping monitor echoed through the sterilized room, the rhythm never ended. A rhythm that I didn't want to stop, cause if it did, I would lose him now. I looked at my dad once more, his eyes were shut and a gas mask was on his mouth, helping him breath. I sighed and stood up to leave the room, outside I saw Lucas and Oliver waiting, standing near the door. They looked at me once I was out.

"Mia, are you okay?" Oliver walked to me and gave me a hug

"Ya, I'm fine..." I said quietly

"Are you sure?" Lucas joined in "you don't look alright"

"Guy, don't worry, I'm fine" I said with small smile. Oliver seemed content and went to the cafeteria to get me something to eat, I haven't eaten since it happened. Lucas stayed with me to make sure I wasn't​ lonely. He looked at me with worried eyes.

"Mia, don't lie, I know you're not fine" he said

"I'm telling you I'm fine..."

"I know you Mia, you're not fine, what's wrong?"

I looked at him, his eyes filled with anxiousness and curiosity, "you don't know me that well Lucas, we've only been friends for a week or so" I said. The words seemed to hurt him, cause I could his eyes sadden.

"I'm just trying to be a friend Mia..." He said softly

"Well, then stop, just stop asking me if I'm fine, okay?" I said standing up, I felt angry for some reason, I just didn't know why. I walked away from him and through the quiet hall.

"Mia wait!" He shouted, his voice echoing of the walls. I walked faster, not wanting to look back, I just want some time​ alone, I want to be alone. A hand grabbed my shoulder, in alarm I swung my fist to the person's face. I looked down at the figure and I gasped. I just punched Lucas, no. I stumbled back watching him pick himself up from the ground, holding up his hand to his nose, it was bleeding.

The sight of blood always made me feel ill, it would send shivers throughout my body. The iron smell would flare inside my nostrils, my legs would go weak and my head would start to spin. I never liked it. It would always remind me of that night, the night of my mother.

I sat down on the sticky floor, shocked by the outcome. What have I done. Lucas got up and walked up to me, and knelt down. He gently held my shoulders and rubbed them with his thumbs, as an effort to calm me.

"Mia?" He whispered "are you okay?"

No I wasn't, I wasn't okay. I just hurt someone. So much for stopping yourself from hurting people.

"Mia, you didn't hurt me, I'm fine" he said calmly, he lifted my chin to look at him. He stared at me, blood dripping slowly above his lip. I slowly placed my hands gently on his cheek, he flinched at the movement, his cheeks turning red.

"I'm sorry...." I dropped my hand from his face and stood up. He stood up with me "you better go clean yourself up Lucas.."

"I will, I'll be back kay?" He said walking away to the washroom

Even though he said it was fine, I could still feel guilt running through me. The guilt was slowly seeping into me, making me think that I was responsible for this. Making me think that I'm becoming like my dad. I shook my head to brush out the ideas, but they were still there, never wanting to leave.

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Lucas's POV

I twisted the knob on the tap and water came running down. I put my hands in and wiped the blood from my nose, I kept repeating this until there was no more. Then I took some tissue and wiped it. I looked at the mirror, my face was red, all because of Mia's touch. My face turned even more red.

What was this? This feeling? Every single time when I'm with her, I get this feeling I can't figure out. Out of frustration I banged my fist against the sink. Did I like Mia? Do I like her? I mean, how can anyone not like her? Her silly ways would make you smile, her laugh can brighten up the saddest of times, her smile could light up a town.

I smiled, then I frowned. No, Lucas Jones cannot love, cause love will never last, and it will only tear down as you depend it. Love is dangerous and unforgivable. But what if I am in love? With Mia? I groaned in confusion. I threw the ball of tissue away and went out the washroom. Down the hallway, I saw Mia, sitting down on the set of chairs near her father's room. I sighed, how can so much burden be on such girl's shoulders? I reached her and sat down on the seat.

"I'm fine Mia.." I said "I'm fine, don't worry.."

I heard her exhale her breath and inhale again, "are you sure?" She said not looking at me

"Yes, I'm good" I smiled looking at her, but she didn't look at me. I could see that she was trying not to move, afraid that if she did she'll break everything in her path. I frowned after the thought. I looked at her once more, she wasn't the happy girl I met few weeks ago, she was now sad and wormed out. I missed the happy girl she was, I want her to be happy. I want to make her happy. But can I? I have nothing to offer. My family is broken, my father has gone coconuts, trying to desperately find the love my mother gave him. My mom left us years ago, who knows where she is. I have nothing, literally nothing to offer this sad girl to make her happy. My life was just complete sadness and pain from love.

If I can't even offer her happiness, how can I offer love from this heartless person?

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Yeah, so, I feel like I'm going too fast. Am I going too fast? Well, I feel like I am.

Anyways, hope you guys like this chapter! That's all though!

Tnx a lot!
Sam_Salmon